ON TO THE NEXT ONE[JAY-Z+SWIZZ BEATZ]

I got a million ways to get it Un-huh Yeah Choose one... Choose one Hey... Bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one Hold up Freeze... Somebody bring me back the money please Hov on that new shit niggas like how come Niggas want my old shit buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid I gotta keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint Came in the range, hopped out the Lexus Every year since I been on that next shit Traded in that gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a niggas wrist matches the status of my records Used to rock a throw back Ballin on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit Looking like a owner No I'm not a Jonas Brother I'm a grown up No I'm not a virgin I use my kahonas I move onward The only direction Can't be scared to fail in the search of perfection Got to keep it fresh girl Even when we sexing Don't be mad at him when it's on to the next one Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it, Choose one Eeh Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one Freeze... Somebody bring me back the money please Fuck a throw back jersey 'cause we on to the next one And fuck that auto-tune 'cause we own And niggas don't be made 'cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I Used to drink cristal them fuckers racist So I switched gold bottles on to that spade shit You gone have another drink or you just gonna baby sit On to the next one somebody call the waitress Baby I'm a boss I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it would be like this, when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same spot me I'm dodging rain drops Meaning I'm on vacay, chillin on the big yacht Yeah I got on frip-flops White Louis boat shoes y'all should grow up the fack up Come here let me coach you Hold up Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it, Choose one Eeh Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one Freeze... Somebody bring me back the money please Big Pimpin in the house now Bought the land tore the motherfuckin house down Bought the car tore the motherfuckin roof off Ride clean I don't never take the shoes off Bought the jeep tore the motherfuckin doors off Foot out that bitch ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on trying to find my next thrill Feelin my self I don't even need a ex pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gone be made off my next deal Huh I don't know why they worried bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects Had her out in Bedstuy chillin on the steps Drinking quarter waters I gotta be the best MJ at summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm going to do next Hold up Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it, Choose one Eeh Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one I'm on to the next one Freeze... Somebody bring me back the money please